widescreen. vhs. cause i don’t fuck around.
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
I’m looking at your face and I just want to smash it. I just want to fucking smash it with a sledgehammer and squeeze it, you’re so pretty.
Capote (dir. Bennett Miller, 2005)
If I leave here without understanding you, the world will see you as a monster. Always. And I don’t want that.